Dear rudenski--you WERE there for a purpose!! I did not have it in my consciousness at the time to celebrate the Harmonic Convergence, but I did the more recent Harmonic Concordance, and wrote about it in an email I sent out to family and friends at the time:

Dear Ones:

On the day of the Harmonic Concordance, November 8, 2003, I was home with my children. I took my son, age 14, to the third Matrix movie, "Matrix Revolution". The themes of the movie included Christian theology with humans living in a post-Apocalyptic world, and the protagonist and antagonist representing Christ/Anti-Christ. The characters also had to deal with the spiritual issues of humanity vs. technology, the idea that we are living in a fantasy and need to "wake up" to reality, predetermination vs free-will, etc.

When we had arrived at the theater in the afternoon the sun was shining brightly. After the movie, we emerged at 5:00pm, it was dark, and I felt disoriented as I got in the car, hopeful we would make it home before the Concordance peaked at 5:13pm. We sailed along the freeway, the car enveloped in an eerie darkness, cloud cover overhead. I felt that the car was not moving, and we were in a safe cocoon. My son and I discussed the themes of the movie. He told me of a fellow student whom he had overheard at school explaining to other students what Armageddon was, from what he had read in the Bible. I asked my son what he thought of Armageddon. He replied he did not believe in Evil, that he did not believe that people were Evil. "Even Saddam Hussein's not evil -- he likes power, but he's not evil -- after all, he has family that loves him." My jaw dropped open as I glanced at my son. (This coming from a 14 year old who enjoys goading me by saying things like "we should drop nuclear bombs on Iraq, so what if a few innocent people are killed? It wouldn't bother me, I don't know them anyway"). I told him that was a very mature thing to say, that most adults don't see things that way. He went on: "Mom, what do you call that, what's the word for it when events in your life are planned out?" "Predestined?" I responded. "Yeah, predestined, but you have to make choices..." I interrupted him, "Yeah, I always have trouble with that--how do you have free will if your life is predestined?" "No, Mom, that's not it...it's hard to put into words...you have to make choices in your life, you can choose this thing (he held up a hand to visually demonstrate) or this thing (he held up the other hand), and whatever you choose, that's what you were supposed to choose--see? it makes perfect sense, doesn't it?" I gaped at him again. By then we were pulling into the driveway of our home. It was 5:15pm. We both jumped out of the car and headed to the house, my son to tell his younger sister all about the movie, me to run into the bathroom, my quiet space and informal sanctuary, and offer a quick prayer for peace for the world. By the time I came out, my son was playing PlayStation, back to being a kid. I went outside, and was disappointed that I couldn't observe the lunar eclipse because of the cloud cover. Finally, resigned that I had "missed" the peak of the Concordance, I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Somewhere during the chopping of the vegetables and the preparation of the potatos, it hit me. I hadn't "missed" the peak of the Concordance after all. God had told me what I needed to hear, through my son. For 10 to 15 minutes the son had become the parent, the student had become the teacher, and I had not recognized it at first. Tears welled in my eyes. Thank you, Divine Spirit, for giving me such a son. I know now that there is hope for the world, if not through my generation, then through the next.

In Love and Light,
Liora Leah